Craved Liam

Norah couldn't stop the moan that was coming out from her mouth, she thought it would be painful but her moan was not from the pain.

She tried not to lift her hips up with his hands down there, touching hers. She realized she was wet, drenching wet and it shamed her.

His face was so close, that dark hair reminded her of someone.

Xander.

The man she loved.

She moaned because that thought got her pussy drenched, she blocked the vision of that dark head because it was cruel. To pictured Liam as Xander.

She closed her eyes and placed her arms there, but it shook her because in that moment it was not the crush of her life that appeared in the darkness.

It was Liam.

With his jet black eyes, gorgeous smile on his somewhat boyish-looking face, and that muscled body he owned. Not that Norah knew how he looked like without clothes, because when she thought back, Miguel never took off his clothes.

She felt him tug on the jewelry and she mewled aloud from the sensation, she nearly came right there and then.

"Are you done? Is it out?" She asked desperately.

"You're too wet, wait I'll get a clean towel."

Norah was blushing furiously when he got up from the bed and disappear to the bathroom.

Did he knew? That she nearly orgasm when he tugged on that damn jewelry?

He came out with a white towel, the cloth grazed her down there and she was a little disappointed because it replaced his hot skin.

Oh God! She had naughty thoughts.

"It's out."

Liam showed her the little jewelry on his palm and she cried with relief. They both acted like Norah had just given birth, with Liam helping her deliver the baby.

She wanted to show her gratitude not just by saying thanks, so she hugged him tightly and Liam didn't reject it.

Her tears wet his black polo shirt, his body was warm and hard, he smelled of tobacco mixed with his natural scent. Then she knew.

He was a smoker.

That was why she always thought that Miguel had an odd smell, like his perfume was too strong to blocked that smoky odor and she didn't like it.

She preferred this smell of him.

His big hand rubbed her back, calmed her sobbing, their chest pressing together. She didn't realize that she turned her head to the crook of his neck, inhaled that intoxicating scent, couldn't get enough.

Liam growled and tightened his hands, right hand on her back and left circling her waist. It was a possessive act and passive-aggressive warning he used when Daniel came near them.

Her hips wriggled on top of his crotch and she found that he was hard, that thing poking on her stomach. Her pussy clenched on the thought when his cock took her, with her body bouncing on top of him, in the penthouse.

It should make her recoiled from him, but nope. Her body suddenly grew feverish.

What is wrong with her?

She got up from him quickly, reluctantly. She needed to get away.

Liam groaned from the lost, but his hand didn't hold her back and it disappoints her. She strengthened her clothes, gazed shyly at him because she'd acted like a needy schoolgirl.

"Thanks again, Liam. If you need anything just say it to me. I owe you one." She said with husky voice.

Then she ran to the door with a flash, opened the doorknob, and closed it when he called out, "Norah.."

But she didn't dare open the door again and walked back to her room with mixed feelings. She was afraid if she saw him again, sprawled that big hard body on the bed, she might tempted to ride him just like the last time.

What was happening with her?

She loved Xander, really loved him. It was not a girl crush, she was a hundred percent sure of her feelings. She wanted only him to look at her. To touch her. To held her.

But why she craved Liam?

***

Norah woke up with a jerk, perspiration ran down her forehead with rapid heartbeat, she blinked her blue eyes again.

She stared at the ceiling of her room, the expensive small chandelier on the guestroom hanging there, she was in the mansion.

It was just a dream, she dreamt of Daniel dunking her head in the tub full of water, drowning her, she couldn't breath, bubbles going up in the water, she struggled to raise her head, but that hard unforgiving hand pushed her down deeper.

She needed air.

Then before she passed out or died out of breath, Daniel yanked her hair up, she gulped for the air, but it was only a short intake before the man cruelly dunked her head once again, and again.

The dream was so real, she thought she came back to that place. Horrible expensive place. His penthouse.

Norah pulled away the blanket from her body, it was midnight. The mansion was dead silent, she walked out of her room.

She took a step upstairs, then without hesitation ascended the stairs with quiet light footsteps.

Where was she going?

Her feet took her and stopped in front of Xander's master bedroom. She knocked the door lightly, but didn't wait for his answer and opened the door.

Surprisingly, the door was not locked.

She came inside and found Xander, half naked walking out of his bathroom, dark hair wet from the shower, with only a towel on his waist.

"Norah?" He was surprised.

Without second thought, she ran to Xander and hugged him tightly. She missed him.

"Xander, please let me sleep here tonight." She begged.

Begged this man to see her, begged for his touch, begged for his love.

It was a mistake with Liam, her feelings were real. She loved Xander, only Xander.

Norah lifted her head and gazed at his green eyes, she was a tall woman, her head was just under his chin, they matched perfectly.

Xander was meant to be with her, not Clara.